Square One

If the words were enough
Expressing such complexity
At least in my eyes
We would be best friends
Rather than half-baked –
Composed as an act
Observable by restless –
And never blinking…

Though this isn’t fault
Hanging upon them
My understanding comes short
Goosebumbs going throught the skin
Watering drops leading down
Under scarlet moon
Listening –
Music runs
Echos right up
Mind searches
Like hammer heart beat –
For the reason that is

Years the number
Judge throws the sentence
Unacceptable verdict
So again,

Square one

Ps: I’m being pretty wasted and aware the blog has died due to obvious reasons. At the very least the Instagram page has some shots that are made of emotional stimulus for all the people craving emotional outburst – just saying.

Whatever I do write tonight has no second thought in it, aka. is as raw as it can be.

Idiocy

Disgrace, isn’t it

Does seeking purpose
Envious of tick-list snobs
Tempting such reality
Without hassle day by day
Against all odds – rejected

Constant struggle
Fear like brother pushing the back
Tip-toeing waters before each step
Emotional disillusion justified
Since crossing the river –
Some say three times
Is an idiocy

Nights and dreams full of marvel
Wish the sleep never ends
Routine exhausts even little spirit
That is left within this cold heart of mine
How annoying are these of which –
Prattle of their fulfilling lives

One doesn’t comprehend
No apple has two parts
Only the whole comes in
Among the others –
As a package at best
But never in half

I would become Tarzan
Or be just monkey jumping the trees
No matter what – with no regards
To what I’m expected
Whether my life is getting painted
Is all up to an artist

Who so happens have lost his brush
And the question is –
Who’s gonna lend it

Strain

Foresight unforgiven
Dependant upon single strain
Whether is gonna pass through
Is a mystery

Youth once mindlessly wasted
But prayers for it made
Goes beyond ones understanding
Until the very end

Those howling for change
Let us hold on to
Hoping the one – the dream
Will someday will become
A reality

The club to which I’m belonging

Veil

I’ll feast upon
Whatever’s given to me

Perhaps silent
Withdrawn appearance
Draws moths –
At night’s full beauty
Towards shallow hanging light
Piercing through
Echoes melody
Uplifts burdened spirits
No fog too dense
Nor darkness too dark
So is the role –
Before sun comes back
And then returns
Once fulfilled its duty
Until yet another
Veil covers the sky

It faded

It faded
Once there was a storm
An excuse entrusted –
Walls didn’t bother
Neither did I

Corruption began
Coming from within
Peeking through the window –
Seeking reason to leave
But couldn’t

Or so I believed

Sleepless at night
Demons chasing after me
And since the only escape
It’s no use
It faded

More of the same
Spirals further down
Even though up –
Meant to climb
It faded

Passion in dust
Cupboard remnants keep
Maybe I’ll try
My mind’s some disease
It faded

Harvest

Season about to begin
Carrying little basket
Hopping through the bushes
You could call it harvest

Sometimes sweet and red
Not so much green – sour
Close to the ground
Under shadow seeking sun

(But I hate sun)

Being gentle is a must
Otherwise tragedy happens
Hours into days
Until they’re ready

Not each matures
Leaving bitter aftertaste
Stubborn I know
I shouldn’t –

I wasn’t even hungry
Human-side calling
And I can’t leave them be
Pouring sweat down

So I didn’t realise
The basket already full
On my own quarter
My own heart
Couldn’t be helped

Overly simplic analogy? Searching for words to convey my thoughts is much harder than I though it would be.

Sensless

Disillusioned
Sensless staring blank
Whether is a sunset
Or dawn’s many outfits
I no longer understand
Naive the thoughts –
Neverland promises
Within my reach seemingly
Under leash walked
As if

My eyes have lost their spark

Underlying

Words were flying
Call this place home
Though underlying meaning
Wasn’t meant to be told
They then pulled off
Forgetting own commitment
And so it hurts
Trully mistaken I was
For once hoping
The same outcome
Isn’t about to happen
Maybe deserved I am
Under all circumstances
To suffer in solitude

Salt

Blank expression
With no purpose sailing
For which reason
Chores constant trail
Of off bed – work
Sunlight once pleasant
Somehow scarier seems
Unwanted reminder
Faces are lost
When watching own feet

Meanwhile my head
My heart and my eyes
None of these
Comprehend the future
The goal achieved
Pouring sweat – saltiness
Via my mouth